Norway rolled his eyes at him. Iceland chuckled slightly, and his brother’s gaze turned towards him. “Iceland,” Norway said – Denmark made a ‘hm!’-sound –, “you never told me…”
“Well,” Iceland replied, “it’s not been for long. I haven’t had the time. And I didn’t cause this, if that’s what you’re concerned about.” He looked at the ground, then back at Norway. “I can control it. It’s not dangerous. I’m not dangerous.”
“What are you talking about?” Denmark and Turkey shouted, while Norway actually smiled at Iceland before turning around suddenly when a door down the hall opened. Two people stumbled out of their hotel room, squabbling over something or the other, but stopping when they noticed the group on the corner. Denmark grinned when he recognized one of them as his friend Netherlands with very poorly done hair. Austria and Seborga automatically turned towards Norway and Iceland to find out who these people actually were.
Norway’s face lit up almost imperceptibly. “At length, we have found England,” he declared. The person next to Netherlands’s body grinned broadly and slapped the former’s back.
“Well, seems you were right about that, dude. They are blaming you.”
“Yes, America, it would appear so,” England commented petulantly. He closed his eyes and frowned. “That would be Norway and Iceland… Austria in my body, oh, that could have been worse. Turkey, Italian bloke, Australia – oh, that’s just great –, Seychelles, Denmark, Korea and… Liechtenstein.”
The latter still looked mystified. Australia patted her back and turned his angry gaze on England, who stepped back on the other side of the corridor. “England,” Australia started, managing to sound so threatening even with his strangled voice and accent that even Liechtenstein flinched, “you better know of a way to fix this.”
England opened his mouth and closed it again, tightening his lips. “Not right away.” His – or rather Netherlands’s – green eyes flitted over the people in the hallway tensely. “I am very unhappy about this all… I had no idea what would happen to any of you. But I will explain myself later, when everyone is present, or at least more people.” He shuffled his foot on the green flooring. “To the lobby?”
“To the lobby,” Norway confirmed. Australia gave Liechtenstein a nudge, Turkey angrily stomped over to Iceland to demand an explanation and Denmark fell in line next to Norway, who sighed and rolled his eyes at him. Korea, Seychelles and Seborga followed the group a bit further off, keeping an eye on Austria, who groaned about his massive headache while stumbling down the hall. -- Hungary, in the meantime, had at last succeeded in finding a map and America’s car keys, as well as the super power’s bomber jacket. She had tried to call her own phone, but nobody had picked up. After that, she had briefly entertained the thought of calling Austria, but had dismissed it. It probably wouldn’t do any good to know whether Austria’s body was also inhabited by someone else. It would only make her worry.
Struggling with the map, the nation managed to locate America’s car – an old thing, she hadn’t been expecting that – and got in. Luckily, it wasn’t far to the hotel.
Nervous now, Hungary walked into the old building. Judging by the sounds coming from the foyer, quite a few nations had gathered there. Actually, a lot of nations. She wondered how many of them were affected. What if every single nation in the world had ended up in someone else’s body? She didn’t even dare imagine the imminent chaos if that had happened. She barely dared thinking about the turmoil that seemed to be happening already.
Taking a deep breath, she rounded the corner to the lobby. The hotel receptionists seemed to have fled, which, Hungary thought, wasn’t all that unexpected. Almost all the nations that had attended America’s birthday party were scattered around the room. She quickly spotted her own body. Whoever was in it was talking to Seychelles. She bit her lip and paced over to them. The two spotted her and waved.
“You must be Hungary!” the person in her body said, and did she always sound like that? Weird.
“Ah, I see. So, is everyone… Someone else?” She looked around the room. Some rather odd groups had formed, with Korea, Spain, Belgium and Ukraine off to the side, Greece explaining something to Turkey and Netherlands, Belarus looking perpetually annoyed with Denmark, Finland arguing with Norway, Liechtenstein and Switzerland sitting by Seborga, Lithuania and France observing everything calmly, and Japan and Romano talking to a very angry-looking Austria and Prussia.
“No, not everyone. Liechtenstein is herself, and, ah…”
“Estonia,” Denmark chimed in. “And Latvia and Romania, but they’ve gone home, as well as New Zealand, Taiwan and India.”
“Right, yeah. And Hong Kong was fine too, last I saw him. I don’t know where he’s run off to, though.”
Hungary nodded and propped America’s glasses up her nose. “Good. So, uh, what’s up with ‘Austria’?” She made air quotations around the name.
Denmark and Belgium shared a glance that didn’t speak of much good. Eventually, the former answered, “You might wanna go ask him that yourself.” He held up a thumb. “Good luck.”
“Good luck?” Hungary mumbled, walking over to the group on the right side of the lobby. ‘Romano’ spotted her first and smiled broadly from where he sat on the edge of a large potted plant. The unusual expression made her frown a little, but then she smiled back. She greeted the person. ‘Japan’ looked up to her as well, while ‘Prussia’ and ‘Austria’ started arguing. The person in Japan’s body sighed.
“It’s no use. They have nothing to argue about and stirr… I mean, still that’s what they do.”
“I wish they would be quieter,” commented a miserable voice from behind the dup. “As if my head does not hurt enough already. England should stop this drinking habit.”
“Anyhow,” ‘Japan’ continued, paying no mind to ‘England’, “you must be Hungary.”
“No, I just had breakfast…” She blinked. “Oh, wait. Yes, I’m Hungary. I thought you said hungry. It’s as if this body is affecting my brain. I am Hungary, just not hungry.” The European nation chuckled.
“Oh, that is just wonderful,” England’s voice commented again. “I thought it could not get worse when Prussia was me.”
Hungary blinked once again and her mouth fell open. She turned to ‘Austria’ and tapped on his shoulder, making him look up from his argument with ‘Prussia’. He raised his eyebrows at her. She frowned. “Prussia?”
“Yep, that’s me… Oh, Hungary, right?! In America’s body? Ooh, awesome.” He turned back to the other man. “Romano, told you she’d recognize me anyway!”
The person in Prussia’s body, who was apparently Romano, rolled his eyes pointedly. “You carry that amazing air of stupidness with you, that’s why.”
“You mean my amazing air of awesomeness, don’t you?”
“If awesome is German for stupid, which I guess it is ‘cause I believe that’s what everything in German means, then, yes, absolutely.”
“Hey!”
Behind Hungary, the person in Japan’s body sighed heavily. She turned around. “It’s rike it’s even worse than usual. Like it’s even worse,” he commented. The Italian next to him nodded. ‘Japan’ looked up at Hungary. “I am Germany, if you hadn’t figured out by now. This is Italy. Austria is stuck with England’s hangover. Speaking of which…” He craned his neck to look at the reception desk. “England said he was going to exprai—explain what’s going on. Now that it seems that everyone is here, he should start that. I’m very curious.”
“So am I,” Veneziano added with a smile. Hungary couldn’t help but smile back and think that Romano should smile more often, as it changed his face completely. Then she sat down next to Germany, running a hand over Austria’s back briefly. He winced when a loud voice demanded silence in the lobby. Hungary looked up.
The already tall figure of the Netherlands had climbed on a chair and was motioning for the nations to be quiet. After even Prussia and a very happy-looking ‘Russia’ had calmed down, the nation started, “I, England, know when to accept the blame, and I’m very sorry to say that this is presumably my fault, all this faddiness. Yesterday, after a few rounds of drinking, I – once again, but I am not eager to admit that – lost my composure. I may or may not have cast a spell – that, I can’t remember – but what is for sure is that I ended up with something that was not there before, namely, a strange potion.” He looked around the room. “Only the nations that drank of the beer yesterday are affected. I had no idea what this strange potion would do, but it seemed like nothing was happening. That is why I deemed it safe to indulge in more drinking – for which I apologize, Austria.”
A muffled groan was heard from behind the potted plant. England made a face. “Yes. Anyhow, I’ll be looking for a solution, along with Norway and Iceland. And America, because he insists on helping. An emergency message has been sent out to all your bosses, stating that we have a personal crisis to deal with. If any of them calls anyway, please ignore them. Uhm…” He looked down, to where ‘Greece’ and ‘Turkey’ were standing, along with ‘Canada’. The latter clasped his hands together as if he wanted to say something. England’s face lit up. “Yes, that was it. All of you please try to stay in the hotel, or at least close. America has made it so that the employees will be gone for a while. There should be enough things to do. Someone go make nametags or something, and we should all try to put on some decent clothes. Sweden, you must have a serious talk with Sealand, because he’s turned into someone else, meaning he drank beer.” He sighed. “Well, I think that was it. Thank you for listening. Try not to break anything. Or anyone. I’ll be off now.”
And with that, he clambered off the chair. Germany shook his head. “This is simply madness,” he said, tucking Japan’s black hair behind his ear thoughtlessly. Veneziano chuckled at him.
“That looks ridiculous, Germany.” The Italian pulled the lock free again. Austria groaned again, and Prussia and Romano started up another fight in the background. Hungary cocked her head, pushed up ‘her’ glasses and pulled out America’s camera. Now that she was here, she might as well take advantage of it…
Now also known as: "Wait, I never write such long chapters, how the heck did this happen?" And: "Now I have to write a subplot about Iceland's newfound ability to use magic." Hm, maybe he did have something to do with it. And also known as: "OP, please tell me whether you're okay with Prumano. Other anons, please tell me as well."
Don't know about OP, but this anon wouldn't mind Prumano.
I love where this is going, brilliantly hilarious. I love it, especially the nationals gathered together. I had to keep the nation transfer list close at hand; otherwise, it was great. It was certainly entertaining. Not a dull moment for the nations. Some of their reactions were golden.
Love the story! Everybody was reasonably mad and some just more angry than others. It was long and entertaining!
However, I agree with the above anon (not the first one, the second one) that since the switch in this story was much bigger than others, it is getting hard to remember everyone. May I suggest keeping up with the slash Person/Body thing if that's not too much? Some, like Sealand/Russia are awfully easy, but some like Greece/Finland was a bit hard to remember.
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Freaky Fifth of July [2h/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 01:28 am (UTC)(link)“Well,” Iceland replied, “it’s not been for long. I haven’t had the time. And I didn’t cause this, if that’s what you’re concerned about.” He looked at the ground, then back at Norway. “I can control it. It’s not dangerous. I’m not dangerous.”
“What are you talking about?” Denmark and Turkey shouted, while Norway actually smiled at Iceland before turning around suddenly when a door down the hall opened. Two people stumbled out of their hotel room, squabbling over something or the other, but stopping when they noticed the group on the corner. Denmark grinned when he recognized one of them as his friend Netherlands with very poorly done hair. Austria and Seborga automatically turned towards Norway and Iceland to find out who these people actually were.
Norway’s face lit up almost imperceptibly. “At length, we have found England,” he declared. The person next to Netherlands’s body grinned broadly and slapped the former’s back.
“Well, seems you were right about that, dude. They are blaming you.”
“Yes, America, it would appear so,” England commented petulantly. He closed his eyes and frowned. “That would be Norway and Iceland… Austria in my body, oh, that could have been worse. Turkey, Italian bloke, Australia – oh, that’s just great –, Seychelles, Denmark, Korea and… Liechtenstein.”
The latter still looked mystified. Australia patted her back and turned his angry gaze on England, who stepped back on the other side of the corridor. “England,” Australia started, managing to sound so threatening even with his strangled voice and accent that even Liechtenstein flinched, “you better know of a way to fix this.”
England opened his mouth and closed it again, tightening his lips. “Not right away.” His – or rather Netherlands’s – green eyes flitted over the people in the hallway tensely. “I am very unhappy about this all… I had no idea what would happen to any of you. But I will explain myself later, when everyone is present, or at least more people.” He shuffled his foot on the green flooring. “To the lobby?”
“To the lobby,” Norway confirmed. Australia gave Liechtenstein a nudge, Turkey angrily stomped over to Iceland to demand an explanation and Denmark fell in line next to Norway, who sighed and rolled his eyes at him. Korea, Seychelles and Seborga followed the group a bit further off, keeping an eye on Austria, who groaned about his massive headache while stumbling down the hall.
--
Hungary, in the meantime, had at last succeeded in finding a map and America’s car keys, as well as the super power’s bomber jacket. She had tried to call her own phone, but nobody had picked up. After that, she had briefly entertained the thought of calling Austria, but had dismissed it. It probably wouldn’t do any good to know whether Austria’s body was also inhabited by someone else. It would only make her worry.
Struggling with the map, the nation managed to locate America’s car – an old thing, she hadn’t been expecting that – and got in. Luckily, it wasn’t far to the hotel.
Nervous now, Hungary walked into the old building. Judging by the sounds coming from the foyer, quite a few nations had gathered there. Actually, a lot of nations. She wondered how many of them were affected. What if every single nation in the world had ended up in someone else’s body? She didn’t even dare imagine the imminent chaos if that had happened. She barely dared thinking about the turmoil that seemed to be happening already.
Taking a deep breath, she rounded the corner to the lobby. The hotel receptionists seemed to have fled, which, Hungary thought, wasn’t all that unexpected. Almost all the nations that had attended America’s birthday party were scattered around the room. She quickly spotted her own body. Whoever was in it was talking to Seychelles. She bit her lip and paced over to them. The two spotted her and waved.
“You must be Hungary!” the person in her body said, and did she always sound like that? Weird.
“Yeah,” Hungary replied. “How do you know?”
Freaky Fifth of July [2i/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 01:29 am (UTC)(link)“No, not everyone. Liechtenstein is herself, and, ah…”
“Estonia,” Denmark chimed in. “And Latvia and Romania, but they’ve gone home, as well as New Zealand, Taiwan and India.”
“Right, yeah. And Hong Kong was fine too, last I saw him. I don’t know where he’s run off to, though.”
Hungary nodded and propped America’s glasses up her nose. “Good. So, uh, what’s up with ‘Austria’?” She made air quotations around the name.
Denmark and Belgium shared a glance that didn’t speak of much good. Eventually, the former answered, “You might wanna go ask him that yourself.” He held up a thumb. “Good luck.”
“Good luck?” Hungary mumbled, walking over to the group on the right side of the lobby. ‘Romano’ spotted her first and smiled broadly from where he sat on the edge of a large potted plant. The unusual expression made her frown a little, but then she smiled back. She greeted the person. ‘Japan’ looked up to her as well, while ‘Prussia’ and ‘Austria’ started arguing. The person in Japan’s body sighed.
“It’s no use. They have nothing to argue about and stirr… I mean, still that’s what they do.”
“I wish they would be quieter,” commented a miserable voice from behind the dup. “As if my head does not hurt enough already. England should stop this drinking habit.”
“Anyhow,” ‘Japan’ continued, paying no mind to ‘England’, “you must be Hungary.”
“No, I just had breakfast…” She blinked. “Oh, wait. Yes, I’m Hungary. I thought you said hungry. It’s as if this body is affecting my brain. I am Hungary, just not hungry.” The European nation chuckled.
“Oh, that is just wonderful,” England’s voice commented again. “I thought it could not get worse when Prussia was me.”
Hungary blinked once again and her mouth fell open. She turned to ‘Austria’ and tapped on his shoulder, making him look up from his argument with ‘Prussia’. He raised his eyebrows at her. She frowned. “Prussia?”
“Yep, that’s me… Oh, Hungary, right?! In America’s body? Ooh, awesome.” He turned back to the other man. “Romano, told you she’d recognize me anyway!”
The person in Prussia’s body, who was apparently Romano, rolled his eyes pointedly. “You carry that amazing air of stupidness with you, that’s why.”
“You mean my amazing air of awesomeness, don’t you?”
“If awesome is German for stupid, which I guess it is ‘cause I believe that’s what everything in German means, then, yes, absolutely.”
“Hey!”
Behind Hungary, the person in Japan’s body sighed heavily. She turned around. “It’s rike it’s even worse than usual. Like it’s even worse,” he commented. The Italian next to him nodded. ‘Japan’ looked up at Hungary. “I am Germany, if you hadn’t figured out by now. This is Italy. Austria is stuck with England’s hangover. Speaking of which…” He craned his neck to look at the reception desk. “England said he was going to exprai—explain what’s going on. Now that it seems that everyone is here, he should start that. I’m very curious.”
“So am I,” Veneziano added with a smile. Hungary couldn’t help but smile back and think that Romano should smile more often, as it changed his face completely. Then she sat down next to Germany, running a hand over Austria’s back briefly. He winced when a loud voice demanded silence in the lobby. Hungary looked up.
Freaky Fifth of July [2j/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 01:32 am (UTC)(link)A muffled groan was heard from behind the potted plant. England made a face. “Yes. Anyhow, I’ll be looking for a solution, along with Norway and Iceland. And America, because he insists on helping. An emergency message has been sent out to all your bosses, stating that we have a personal crisis to deal with. If any of them calls anyway, please ignore them. Uhm…” He looked down, to where ‘Greece’ and ‘Turkey’ were standing, along with ‘Canada’. The latter clasped his hands together as if he wanted to say something. England’s face lit up. “Yes, that was it. All of you please try to stay in the hotel, or at least close. America has made it so that the employees will be gone for a while. There should be enough things to do. Someone go make nametags or something, and we should all try to put on some decent clothes. Sweden, you must have a serious talk with Sealand, because he’s turned into someone else, meaning he drank beer.” He sighed. “Well, I think that was it. Thank you for listening. Try not to break anything. Or anyone. I’ll be off now.”
And with that, he clambered off the chair. Germany shook his head. “This is simply madness,” he said, tucking Japan’s black hair behind his ear thoughtlessly. Veneziano chuckled at him.
“That looks ridiculous, Germany.” The Italian pulled the lock free again. Austria groaned again, and Prussia and Romano started up another fight in the background. Hungary cocked her head, pushed up ‘her’ glasses and pulled out America’s camera. Now that she was here, she might as well take advantage of it…
Now also known as: "Wait, I never write such long chapters, how the heck did this happen?" And: "Now I have to write a subplot about Iceland's newfound ability to use magic."
Hm, maybe he did have something to do with it.
And also known as: "OP, please tell me whether you're okay with Prumano. Other anons, please tell me as well."
Re: Freaky Fifth of July [2j/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 07:45 am (UTC)(link)Re: Freaky Fifth of July [2j/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 09:48 am (UTC)(link)I'm really enjoying this chapter so far, and it is reasonable easy to keep track of who is in whose body. Also, Prumano would be fantastic.
Re: Freaky Fifth of July [2j/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-03-03 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)I love where this is going, brilliantly hilarious. I love it, especially the nationals gathered together. I had to keep the nation transfer list close at hand; otherwise, it was great. It was certainly entertaining. Not a dull moment for the nations. Some of their reactions were golden.
Re: Freaky Fifth of July [2j/?]
(Anonymous) 2013-05-02 03:51 am (UTC)(link)However, I agree with the above anon (not the first one, the second one) that since the switch in this story was much bigger than others, it is getting hard to remember everyone. May I suggest keeping up with the slash Person/Body thing if that's not too much? Some, like Sealand/Russia are awfully easy, but some like Greece/Finland was a bit hard to remember.
That's just my comment, really.